1. Hello! Time means nothing. Good morning! I have a vague idea of what day it is.
2. I just followed up on a noise complaint...only to find 2 girls in bikinis covered in jello with beer cans everywhere. I couldn't bring myself to bust that party.
3. Excuse. I’m a mature responsible adult. I had a cast on my hand and if I paid for my fruit snacks, I’m getting my fruit snacks.
slow day and I might've if it weren't for the fact that I was crashing from all the energy supplements I took beforehand and staying awake for more cycles than I'd like to admit.
[It takes three full books on lamnii courting rituals for Zhou Fei to finally begin to grasp the importance of the bite marks on his shoulders. As he sets down the third volume detailing the locations of claim marks, a heavy sensation settles in his chest. How long has he given Seren a hard time about flying on the same ship as Jan? How over the top possessive has he been every time they go planetside? How tired is Seren of all the continued needs for promises and vows when his love and loyalty were literally written into his skin? Carved into his skin by Seren himself? The sight of which were a surefire way to turn Seren on, no matter what they might be arguing about.
He's been a fool. He's been such a terrible fool this whole time and he needs to make it up to Seren some way.
Perhaps a date in the holodeck, something resembling their first date, somewhere he could let down his guard enough to apologize. Zhou Fei checks the schedule before shooting a message to his partner, You wanna go on a date tonight in the holodeck? Could you wear that suit? Promise I'll be good.
Setting off for the deck, he takes one of the books with him, to file through the pages for one of the lamnii words he wanted to learn: balii, mate. His pronunciation might be off, but damn if he won't try to surprise Seren, his mate, his balii, with it. Once at the holodeck, he shapes it to depict the safe house, with the tree in the center, the pool wrapped around it, and a table settled beneath the wide branches. Perfect.
With the holo deck dressed, Zhou Fei only needs to dress himself. What was Seren's favorite thing to see him in? A suit? Something revealing? Obviously something exposing his claim marks, but-- aha! He chooses a suit with a wide collar and nothing underneath that dips down beneath his naval, all black and tight and smooth lines to compliment the striking features of his body. Zhou Fei is thankful the holo deck can practically paint it on him, so he doesn't have to try pulling it on. To complete the setup, steak blesses the table alongside a fine white wine among the spread of candles.
Perfect. It's all perfect. And now all he needs is his mate to arrive. ]
[ In all honesty, it had been pure instinct that drove Seren to even mark Zhou Fei in the first place. But the more that he thought about it, the more that it made sense. The subconscious need to mark the one that he had come to realize was his balii. He had partially explained it to Zhou Fei back at the safehouse, but there was more to it that he hadn't really gotten to really elaborate on. An while there were multiple instances of him having to test his loyalty, he never wavered. Even if Zhou Fei had given him every reason to.
And the more often that Seren saw those marks on Zhou Fei's soulders, the more he was sure of that split-second decision.
The only problem was that it seemed that even though he had done so... not much else seemed to change. Despite the supposed progress they had made before. And admittedly, it stung a little. Had he gone wrong somewhere? No, there was no way he could've slipped up, never mind that at every turn and every opportunity that he could've, he never left Zhou Fei's side. Even if he had every right to, and others probably would have. So what it instead Zhou Fei's way of getting back at him for five years' worth of absence?
As much as he didn't want to admit it, such thoughts sometimes made their way to the surface much more easily some nights. But regardless, eh pressed on. He was stubborn like that.
So it was a relief, in an odd sense, when he gets the message from Zhou Fei about having a date on the holodeck of the Medusae. He can't help the small spark of hope that stirs in his chest, rifling through the few things that he had packed from the safehouse to try and find the suit that Zhou Fei was requesting. Once he finds it, he lets out a small noise of triumph before he goes to get ready, cleaning himself up with a nice shower before styling his hair and getting changed.
He texts back a quick "omw" once he's finished a few minutes later, taking a deep breath before he enters into the holodeck. Here goes nothing. ]
[When Seren's text buzzes Zhou Fei's phone, a pang of anxiety pulses through him. He needs to make up for the past several months of insecurity and arguments, for dragging his balii through the deadly desert, for giving reason after reason to give up on him. Taking in a breath, he double-checks the place settings and just as he's about to step toward the door, Seren enters.
Wow.
For a moment, Zhou Fei's mind completely blanks as he absorbs the sight before him. This suit sets his body on fire, the way it cuts along the lines of muscle of Seren's chest awakens something primal in him. And this is all his, despite his stupidity and arrogance.]
Thank you for coming. [He murmurs, reaching up to at least run his fingers along the lapels of Seren's suit.] Balii.
[ The first thing that Seren notices when the door opens is a familiar setting, one that he had just been thinking about recently. Where despite the situation they were in at the time, it still felt right. Everything that had happened, despite being all out of order and jumbled up. It was everything and it was good.
The next thing he notices is the suit that Zhou Fei is wearing, and how the cut of it not only accentuates his body in a way that makes him go dry at the mouth, but also exposes the bitemarks that he made back at the safehouse - his claim. It causes a deep pang of want to register, and stars, he's tempted to just take him right then and there just from the visual -
And then there's the word that causes him to freeze. While he had taken the time to educate Zhou Fei a little on some of the aspects of lamnii culture, that wasn't one of them. His eyes widen, swallowing and trying to find the words as his brain short-circuits. ]
[Zhou Fei watches Seren, a slow smirk inching up his face the longer it takes his balii to say anything. Even then, Seren's first words are aborted sentences and Zhou Fei knows that he rarely renders the other completely speechless. A good start, he hopes, a proper start to repairing the damage he's caused.]
I studied.
[And, more importantly,] I... I know what these truly mean now.
[He draws his hands back to run his fingers over the raised scars on his shoulders, where Seren wrote his loyalty and love into his skin. Why had Zhou Fei doubted and questioned and confronted for so long? Why did he keep falling back into the same attitudes as a boy from Raksa?] Balii, let me make it up to you.
[ It's certainly a start. Just give him a few moments to reboot his brain first. He doesn't say anything just yet, only to shake his head lightly while he lays a hand on top of Zhou Fei's. ]
You don't have to do this, you know. But ... the fact that you looked up our word for mate, I don't know what to say.
It's been five years, almost to the day, since Zhou Fei said goodbye to Seren that he enters the same warehouse Zhou Fei has been working for six months on behalf of the Circle. Five years since Zhou Fei gave him a joking kiss on the cheek and told him not to 'wait up,' a call back to their mission a year earlier and a sure way to get under Seren's skin. Five years since Seren knew him as Jo Kai, a now fugitive wanted for killing fifty of his squadmates. Five years since Zhou Fei could breathe even and good without needing to sell his soul.
From the looks of it, Seren seems the same. Still gorgeous, still at the agency (if Zhou Fei's last check-in is correct), still the lamnii Zhou Fei would have fought and died for. It's strange, how the array doesn't age, and for a moment Zhou Fei wants to see the real lamnii underneath, but this is no time for sentimentality. He has a job for the Circle to complete and Seren's likely here to bust up the same drug ring Zhou Fei's meant to keep in power. Funny how at one time they were on the same side.
For now, though, Zhou Fei double checks his own array as he listens to the introduction from their foreman. A new engineer on staff, please be nice if you want to get paid, same bullshit different day. Their previous accountant was a drug-dog, too, but Zhou Fei chased him out with some help from the management. Shouldn't be too hard this time either.
...he really should not be thinking about anything being hard while Seren's in a suit.
Over the next few days, Zhou Fei watches--- keeps feeding illicit materials into the ring, but watches Seren's every move. Zhou Fei's heart clenches at every brush of the lamnii's fingers in a handshake, every smile offered to every worker, and every flare of his eyes when Zhou Fei thinks he's been caught staring. Zhou Fei's own mission must draw to completion if he's to remove Seren from the group and, thus, the plan for a confrontation begins.
He follows the weather forecast, sets up a failure in the power generator, and on a stormy day, calls Seren over to check out 'a strange occurrence' on one of their turbines. As lightning strikes nearby, Zhou Fei presses a button beneath his hide gloves and the power to the building cuts. For a moment, black swathes the entire factory, but seconds later, the emergency lights come up and bathe both Seren and Zhou Fei in crimson. Except now, Zhou Fei has dropped his array. Instead of hiding behind narrow features and long blonde hair, his sharp jaw and dark hair greet Seren, the familiar face of Jo Kai emerges from the ashes.
"Long time no see," Zhou Fei says with a smirk, hands in his pockets, fingering the handcuffs tucked away.
It was strange going back out into the field after so long. Galea had tried her best to go to bat for him, but due to his "connections" with Jo Kai, he had been demoted, transferred to D7 to live and work around the area. They couldn't have his partner in the Majors, never mind that he was a Lamnii to boot. Who knows if they were working together.
But now, now he could prove himself again. Or at the very least ... he could make amends in some way. Not to his superiors, but to those who were affected by Tritan.
He takes a breath as he's being introduced, and while he wants to bristle, he keeps his posture slightly relaxed. No point in being completely obvious with his possible intentions.
He's grumbling as he's pointed toward an apparently malfunctioning turbine - and the power cuts out. He's immediately on his guard, reaching for a sidearm he had concealed beneath the mechanical jumpsuit. His eyes widen when the person who had come with him to point out the malfunctions drops his own array.
Zhou Fei can't help but smirk at Seren, at the wide eyes that regard him. There's a touch of regret hidden away, a burning deep within his ribs, and he holds up a finger.
"Ah! Not anymore," Zhou Fei shakes his head. "Didn't you hear? Jo Kai died on spit of space rock known as Tritan."
Should've died, Zhou Fei muses silently as he takes a step closer to Seren, the screams of the past echoing in his ears. He survived because of Seren, because of the breathing exercises, so he owes his former partner at least one save.
"I'm Zhou Fei," he continues, crossing his arms. "And you need to leave. Today."
Seren has seen his face now, but Zhou Fei is certain it's the only way to get his former partner to give up, to throw in the towel before Zhou Fei has to kill him or, worse, expose him as the undercover cop he is.
"No, you're -" Seren can feel his body trembling, but whether it's out of fear of what might happen or anger that his former partner showed his face like this again. But he has to stay calm. He levels his pistol, forcing himself to take deep breaths, eyes narrowed. "I'm not leaving. You're not exactly in a position to be giving me any orders, either." And no, it's not supposed to be sexual but he's free to interpret that as such considering their past endeavors as partners.
Never mind that if he's here... then there's definitely something going on.
Of course Seren says no. Seren would say no. Zhou Fei expected a no, and yet hearing Seren say no to him after all this time stirs something up inside. For a moment, time rewinds and Zhou Fei sees them in the bullpen at the agency, standing on opposite sides of a petty argument instead of a drug operation. Back when he was Jo Kai, back when he could breathe without a rumble in his chest.
With a shake of his head, Zhou Fei washes away that image of the past.
“You’re wrong,” he replies, taking another step or two closer. “Cause you’re still with the agency. And It only takes one whisper from me for everyone to know.”
Which is a bit of a bluff. He doesn’t know if Seren has indeed continue to follow the same organization that tried to kill him, that did kill fifty of their comrades.
For all their time together at the Agency, of course Seren would say no in this situation. He's never been the type to back down from a challenge, and most that know him understand that's just how he is. Never mind a development considering the circumstances that he came to be in after leaving the lamnii homeworld.
He gets his finger ready, resting right over the trigger guard. It would only take him a second to shoot. But something in him is telling him not to, despite every other instinct telling him to do so, and if it were anyone else, he wouldn't have hesitated when Jo Kai- no, Zhou Fei - steps forward.
"Like hell. So what, you lured me out here to kill me? You know that if you do that, it'll only confirm any suspicions." Which was true, and something that he didn't like to think about, but knew for a fact would be the case in the event that something did happen to him.
Six months. Six months since Zhou Fei last saw Seren, snarling and struggling against the cuffs. If Zhou Fei were honest with himself, he would admit that Seren’s continual presence in his dreams disturbed him, but with little room to wiggle with the Unbroken Circle, he must be in perfect condition at all times.
Except for now, except for this mission. He blew through through another vile of Broxam and he can’t pay for another so quickly. So, he needs to make bank *fast*. Sneaking has always been one of his best skills, but this is another level. Lasers, voice changers, masks. Zhou Fei needs to be perfect on every level.
And perfection does not involve the familiar face he spots across the gilded ballroom.
Seren had been able to get away after being cuffed to that railing, and had a couple new scars to show for it, both physically and mentally. There had been rumors about Jo Kai's defection, of course - but neither he or Galea had put any weight to them. In fact, she was about the only other one that seemed to agree with him that there had to be more to what had happened on Tritan. Yes, he had earned the nickname "wildcat" from Seren due to his propensity to hiss and spit at anyone who looked at him funny, but his (former) partner wouldn't have endangered that many people as well as himself out of sheer pettiness.
Though, as he's told his other former work partner, he didn't think that he would cuff him to a railing to leave him to the metaphorical wolves. Even Galea was a bit stumped, though she reassured Seren that she would see if her contacts could dig anything up. Seren had been in the doghouse for botching the last undercover sting he was supposed to be in with that incident, so it's honestly a miracle that he's even been allowed at this one. But he was eager to make up for it.
So here he is, having rearranged his array so that it's more comfortable, especially with the addition of a mask over the top half of his face. Dressed in an immaculate suit to go along with it, a deep slate gray with a blue undershirt, top buttons undone just enough to show a sliver of his chest.
Zhou Fei has half a mask of his own covering the top of his face, but there’s something about the hint of those fucking tits peeking out from what has to be the thirstiest suit he’s ever seen.
And Zhou Fei purposely created a calendar of his tits for Seren’s first year.
Reaching down to double-check the presence of Broxam at his side, Zhou Fei reminds himself to focus on the task: infiltrate, steal information, escape without detection. Nowhere in his instructions are Seren.. Bowing gently to his conversation partner, Zhou Fei makes his way to the perimeter of the room, to watch where people do and don’t move.
It isn't even The Suit, as it eventually came to be called - but it is probably the most risque thing he's worn. Seren lets out a soft exhale, eyes scanning the area. Things here would be more difficult to keep an eye on, but he was more than willing to put in the effort.
But it's when he sees a figure slink off to the edges of the crowd that has him freezing, eyes wide behind his mask.
The wounds from that botched incident may have healed physically, but the mental - well, that was another story altogether. He continues through the hall, trying to blend in with the crowd so that he isn't spotted immediately. It's not even a matter of payback - he just wanted answers.
Someone's following him, Zhou Fei senses, tucking his hands into his pockets. He can't outright spot the one on his heels, but his intuition tells him it's Seren not too far off, wanting answers of all things. Picking up a glass of white wine from a table, he continues to move with long legs. Data room should be somewhere behind a door here close. He needs to hit it before his pursuer.
Seren is at least trying to stay a bit further back to not be noticed immediately, but considering who he is following, he probably has a very good idea on who exactly is tailing. Not that it would stop him.
He grins as one of the other party-goers intercepts him, giving quiet pleasantries before he takes a flute of champagne from a waiter. He quickly is able to get away, thankfully, and he sips at the flute before he continues onward. He needs to move. Quick.
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Date: 2020-04-18 02:30 am (UTC)2. I just followed up on a noise complaint...only to find 2 girls in bikinis covered in jello with beer cans everywhere. I couldn't bring myself to bust that party.
3. Excuse. I’m a mature responsible adult. I had a cast on my hand and if I paid for my fruit snacks, I’m getting my fruit snacks.
4. text him!
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Date: 2020-04-18 03:19 am (UTC)did they invite you to stay a while?
honestly i didn't even think you followed up on things like this
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Date: 2020-04-18 04:04 am (UTC)and I might've if it weren't for the fact that I was crashing from all the energy supplements I took beforehand and staying awake for more cycles than I'd like to admit.
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Date: 2020-04-18 04:09 am (UTC)if that's how you're handling things, you need some time to catch up on your sleep
you can't crash bikini parties if you're not in shape to do patrols
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Date: 2020-04-18 04:24 am (UTC)hopefully next time I'll be able to sneak you along or something if I find another one.
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Date: 2020-12-30 08:09 pm (UTC)He's been a fool. He's been such a terrible fool this whole time and he needs to make it up to Seren some way.
Perhaps a date in the holodeck, something resembling their first date, somewhere he could let down his guard enough to apologize. Zhou Fei checks the schedule before shooting a message to his partner, You wanna go on a date tonight in the holodeck? Could you wear that suit? Promise I'll be good.
Setting off for the deck, he takes one of the books with him, to file through the pages for one of the lamnii words he wanted to learn: balii, mate. His pronunciation might be off, but damn if he won't try to surprise Seren, his mate, his balii, with it. Once at the holodeck, he shapes it to depict the safe house, with the tree in the center, the pool wrapped around it, and a table settled beneath the wide branches. Perfect.
With the holo deck dressed, Zhou Fei only needs to dress himself. What was Seren's favorite thing to see him in? A suit? Something revealing? Obviously something exposing his claim marks, but-- aha! He chooses a suit with a wide collar and nothing underneath that dips down beneath his naval, all black and tight and smooth lines to compliment the striking features of his body. Zhou Fei is thankful the holo deck can practically paint it on him, so he doesn't have to try pulling it on. To complete the setup, steak blesses the table alongside a fine white wine among the spread of candles.
Perfect. It's all perfect. And now all he needs is his mate to arrive. ]
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Date: 2021-01-17 06:00 am (UTC)And the more often that Seren saw those marks on Zhou Fei's soulders, the more he was sure of that split-second decision.
The only problem was that it seemed that even though he had done so... not much else seemed to change. Despite the supposed progress they had made before. And admittedly, it stung a little. Had he gone wrong somewhere? No, there was no way he could've slipped up, never mind that at every turn and every opportunity that he could've, he never left Zhou Fei's side. Even if he had every right to, and others probably would have. So what it instead Zhou Fei's way of getting back at him for five years' worth of absence?
As much as he didn't want to admit it, such thoughts sometimes made their way to the surface much more easily some nights. But regardless, eh pressed on. He was stubborn like that.
So it was a relief, in an odd sense, when he gets the message from Zhou Fei about having a date on the holodeck of the Medusae. He can't help the small spark of hope that stirs in his chest, rifling through the few things that he had packed from the safehouse to try and find the suit that Zhou Fei was requesting. Once he finds it, he lets out a small noise of triumph before he goes to get ready, cleaning himself up with a nice shower before styling his hair and getting changed.
He texts back a quick "omw" once he's finished a few minutes later, taking a deep breath before he enters into the holodeck. Here goes nothing. ]
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Date: 2021-01-17 04:24 pm (UTC)Wow.
For a moment, Zhou Fei's mind completely blanks as he absorbs the sight before him. This suit sets his body on fire, the way it cuts along the lines of muscle of Seren's chest awakens something primal in him. And this is all his, despite his stupidity and arrogance.]
Thank you for coming. [He murmurs, reaching up to at least run his fingers along the lapels of Seren's suit.] Balii.
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Date: 2021-01-17 08:03 pm (UTC)The next thing he notices is the suit that Zhou Fei is wearing, and how the cut of it not only accentuates his body in a way that makes him go dry at the mouth, but also exposes the bitemarks that he made back at the safehouse - his claim. It causes a deep pang of want to register, and stars, he's tempted to just take him right then and there just from the visual -
And then there's the word that causes him to freeze. While he had taken the time to educate Zhou Fei a little on some of the aspects of lamnii culture, that wasn't one of them. His eyes widen, swallowing and trying to find the words as his brain short-circuits. ]
I-
How'd you-
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Date: 2021-01-17 09:14 pm (UTC)I studied.
[And, more importantly,] I... I know what these truly mean now.
[He draws his hands back to run his fingers over the raised scars on his shoulders, where Seren wrote his loyalty and love into his skin. Why had Zhou Fei doubted and questioned and confronted for so long? Why did he keep falling back into the same attitudes as a boy from Raksa?] Balii, let me make it up to you.
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Date: 2021-01-18 02:54 am (UTC)You don't have to do this, you know. But ... the fact that you looked up our word for mate, I don't know what to say.
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Date: 2021-07-13 10:43 pm (UTC)From the looks of it, Seren seems the same. Still gorgeous, still at the agency (if Zhou Fei's last check-in is correct), still the lamnii Zhou Fei would have fought and died for. It's strange, how the array doesn't age, and for a moment Zhou Fei wants to see the real lamnii underneath, but this is no time for sentimentality. He has a job for the Circle to complete and Seren's likely here to bust up the same drug ring Zhou Fei's meant to keep in power. Funny how at one time they were on the same side.
For now, though, Zhou Fei double checks his own array as he listens to the introduction from their foreman. A new engineer on staff, please be nice if you want to get paid, same bullshit different day. Their previous accountant was a drug-dog, too, but Zhou Fei chased him out with some help from the management. Shouldn't be too hard this time either.
...he really should not be thinking about anything being hard while Seren's in a suit.
Over the next few days, Zhou Fei watches--- keeps feeding illicit materials into the ring, but watches Seren's every move. Zhou Fei's heart clenches at every brush of the lamnii's fingers in a handshake, every smile offered to every worker, and every flare of his eyes when Zhou Fei thinks he's been caught staring. Zhou Fei's own mission must draw to completion if he's to remove Seren from the group and, thus, the plan for a confrontation begins.
He follows the weather forecast, sets up a failure in the power generator, and on a stormy day, calls Seren over to check out 'a strange occurrence' on one of their turbines. As lightning strikes nearby, Zhou Fei presses a button beneath his hide gloves and the power to the building cuts. For a moment, black swathes the entire factory, but seconds later, the emergency lights come up and bathe both Seren and Zhou Fei in crimson. Except now, Zhou Fei has dropped his array. Instead of hiding behind narrow features and long blonde hair, his sharp jaw and dark hair greet Seren, the familiar face of Jo Kai emerges from the ashes.
"Long time no see," Zhou Fei says with a smirk, hands in his pockets, fingering the handcuffs tucked away.
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Date: 2021-10-06 12:54 am (UTC)But now, now he could prove himself again. Or at the very least ... he could make amends in some way. Not to his superiors, but to those who were affected by Tritan.
He takes a breath as he's being introduced, and while he wants to bristle, he keeps his posture slightly relaxed. No point in being completely obvious with his possible intentions.
He's grumbling as he's pointed toward an apparently malfunctioning turbine - and the power cuts out. He's immediately on his guard, reaching for a sidearm he had concealed beneath the mechanical jumpsuit. His eyes widen when the person who had come with him to point out the malfunctions drops his own array.
"You... - Jo Kai?"
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Date: 2021-10-07 08:45 pm (UTC)"Ah! Not anymore," Zhou Fei shakes his head. "Didn't you hear? Jo Kai died on spit of space rock known as Tritan."
Should've died, Zhou Fei muses silently as he takes a step closer to Seren, the screams of the past echoing in his ears. He survived because of Seren, because of the breathing exercises, so he owes his former partner at least one save.
"I'm Zhou Fei," he continues, crossing his arms. "And you need to leave. Today."
Seren has seen his face now, but Zhou Fei is certain it's the only way to get his former partner to give up, to throw in the towel before Zhou Fei has to kill him or, worse, expose him as the undercover cop he is.
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Date: 2021-10-09 10:28 pm (UTC)Never mind that if he's here... then there's definitely something going on.
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Date: 2021-10-10 01:11 am (UTC)With a shake of his head, Zhou Fei washes away that image of the past.
“You’re wrong,” he replies, taking another step or two closer. “Cause you’re still with the agency. And It only takes one whisper from me for everyone to know.”
Which is a bit of a bluff. He doesn’t know if Seren has indeed continue to follow the same organization that tried to kill him, that did kill fifty of their comrades.
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Date: 2021-10-11 12:45 am (UTC)He gets his finger ready, resting right over the trigger guard. It would only take him a second to shoot. But something in him is telling him not to, despite every other instinct telling him to do so, and if it were anyone else, he wouldn't have hesitated when Jo Kai- no, Zhou Fei - steps forward.
"Like hell. So what, you lured me out here to kill me? You know that if you do that, it'll only confirm any suspicions." Which was true, and something that he didn't like to think about, but knew for a fact would be the case in the event that something did happen to him.
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Date: 2023-01-21 05:33 pm (UTC)Except for now, except for this mission. He blew through through another vile of Broxam and he can’t pay for another so quickly. So, he needs to make bank *fast*. Sneaking has always been one of his best skills, but this is another level. Lasers, voice changers, masks. Zhou Fei needs to be perfect on every level.
And perfection does not involve the familiar face he spots across the gilded ballroom.
*Fuck.*
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Date: 2023-01-22 01:17 am (UTC)Though, as he's told his other former work partner, he didn't think that he would cuff him to a railing to leave him to the metaphorical wolves. Even Galea was a bit stumped, though she reassured Seren that she would see if her contacts could dig anything up. Seren had been in the doghouse for botching the last undercover sting he was supposed to be in with that incident, so it's honestly a miracle that he's even been allowed at this one. But he was eager to make up for it.
So here he is, having rearranged his array so that it's more comfortable, especially with the addition of a mask over the top half of his face. Dressed in an immaculate suit to go along with it, a deep slate gray with a blue undershirt, top buttons undone just enough to show a sliver of his chest.
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Date: 2023-01-23 12:06 am (UTC)And Zhou Fei purposely created a calendar of his tits for Seren’s first year.
Reaching down to double-check the presence of Broxam at his side, Zhou Fei reminds himself to focus on the task: infiltrate, steal information, escape without detection. Nowhere in his instructions are Seren.. Bowing gently to his conversation partner, Zhou Fei makes his way to the perimeter of the room, to watch where people do and don’t move.
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Date: 2023-01-23 06:04 pm (UTC)But it's when he sees a figure slink off to the edges of the crowd that has him freezing, eyes wide behind his mask.
The wounds from that botched incident may have healed physically, but the mental - well, that was another story altogether. He continues through the hall, trying to blend in with the crowd so that he isn't spotted immediately. It's not even a matter of payback - he just wanted answers.
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Date: 2023-11-05 06:42 pm (UTC)He grins as one of the other party-goers intercepts him, giving quiet pleasantries before he takes a flute of champagne from a waiter. He quickly is able to get away, thankfully, and he sips at the flute before he continues onward. He needs to move. Quick.
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